"Such a responsible young man. Guest and designated driver," Paige added in her best impression of her mother. She reached up to pinch Pete's cheek, but stopped turned abruptly when Sam made his move for shotgun. She opened her mouth to complain, then snapped it shut again. It didn't matter anyhow, and at least she'd have room instead of being smashed between the two of them in the cab of the truck. Rolling her eyes, she turned to pull the back door open and climb in.
"Sort of exciting to get to see it while it's still 'newish.' Before they realize that even the next county over, ain't enough people around to keep a place like that in business long." It was perhaps a slightly pessimistic view of the staying power of business in their region, but it wasn't completely inaccurate.